Love At First Sight

Rachel was a normal 16 year old girl, her life was perfect. She had everything she could have possibly asked for; a boyfriend, a best friend, and and awesome dad. Then everything changed with the blink of an eye when an incident that happened 2 years ago come back to haunt her.


15. Epilogue

Hannah’s P.O.V

5 years later**

“Wake up my little sunshine’s!” I walked into my twins’ room, carrying their favorite breakfast food; pancakes. All I got in return from my boy a low groan, causing the girl to giggle. I smiled at both of them. Today was their third birthday and I decided to give them a breakfast in bed; even though I’ll probably have to change the sheets afterwards.

I sat the tray of food on the bedside table, taking a seat on the comforter. “You couldn’t wake them up, could you?” startled, I looked over my shoulder at Harry standing in the door way.

“Geez, you almost gave me a heart attack! I thought you were going to work?” I said, walking over to him.

“I decided to take the day off, spend it you and the kids.” No matter how old I am, or how long we have been married, I still blush when he says something like that. “Ahh, there’s that beautiful blush.” He chuckled, pinching my cheeks.

Swatting his hands away I mumbled a ‘shut up’ and tried, unsuccessfully, to glare at him. “And, I got you these.” It was then that I noticed he had both of his hands behind his back. Before I could question him on it, he pulled 4 roses out from behind his back. The site of them brought tears to my eyes, knowing what we would use them for.

I attempted to smile, but it felt more like a grimace. “Thank you, we’ll go after breakfast.” He simply nodded, gave me a peck on the lips, and walked past me to the double bed in the middle of the room. I smiled remembering when we bought the bed. Harry and I had planned to by two separate twin beds, but the kids insisted on only getting one bed. Even though they were opposite genders, they didn’t act like it.

As I watched Harry, surprisingly, wake up our children I couldn’t help but dread the next hour.


As we walked through the tombstones, I struggled to keep the tears in. You’d think it would be easy, since we do this often, that we would get used to it. But I don’t think I’ll ever get used to seeing two of my best friends’ names carved in stone. Finally, after what felt like ages, we came to a stop.

There they were. Niall and Rachel, side by side, like they always wanted. We had their funeral on the same day, but it wasn’t a sad funeral; more like a party. They wouldn’t want a bunch of people staring at them, crying their eyes out. So we forbade crying for the night, only to do it after, and had lost of food and music. Harry sang a song we later found in Niall’s room, under his pillow. We assumed it was for Rachel since it was called Half a Heart, and the timing was right. It was heartbreaking, really. It basically said he wasn’t complete without her, that he felt empty inside.

“Hannah?” I felt someone squeeze my hand, bringing me out of my thoughts. I looked up at Harry who was giving me a reassuring, yet sad, smile.

“I’m okay,” I whispered just so he could hear. I never let the kids know how upset I ever really was.

After a while, we all placed our roses down; two on Rachel and two on Niall. Despite myself, I felt a tear escape my eye, I quickly whipped it away hopping no one saw. But, of course, Harry saw. He always does, the plan he made for us so many years ago about not crying didn’t work well. I still cried sometimes, some days I even picked up my phone to tell Rachel about my day. Those were the worst moments, yet the best ones. The moments were you forget all that’s bad in your life, but then reality kicks in and knocks you down. It’s hard to stand back up sometimes, but I always do because I have Harry and the kids.

I look up and smile at Harry, telling him I’m okay. I can tell he doesn’t believe me, but he lets it go. I look at our kids in awe; I still can’t believe they’re here.  I was so happy the day we brought them home. They were barely a year old.

You see, Harry and I cannot have children of our own. Whenever we tried, we always failed. I went to so many doctors I can’t even count them all on one hand. The day they told us adoption would be our best option, I took it really hard. I mean, what kind of woman cannot bear children? Harry deserved a child, and I thought I wasn’t good enough. But Harry made me see myself differently. He said it was a gift, and opportunity. So many women of the world have their own kids, and don’t appreciate them. He told me we should look at this as a blessing; a chance to save someone. So that’s what we did.

The moment I laid eyes on the twins, I knew they were ours. At the time, they reminded me of someone but I couldn’t put a finger on it. But as they grew older, it became more obvious. The boy had a familiar blonde head of hair while the girl had straight, sometimes wavy, brown locks. The resemblance was uncanny. I don’t know if it’s just luck of the draw, but I think it’s a sign. I remember Niall’s letter to Harry and I, saying he would always be with us very step of the way. And I think this is his way of being with us, and of course Rachel will go wherever he goes. When I look at them, not only do I see my children but my best friends too.

 When we named them we had no idea what they would grow up to look like, but now I’m glad we chose the names we did.  “Rachel, Niall, let’s go home.” 


And that's a warp, folks! Wow, i cant believe its finished! sorry it took so long for the updates. i want to thank those of you that read to this point and showed your support. sorry it wasnt a happy ending, but hannah and harry are happy. and the only thing niall and rachel wanted was to be together, so, in a way, they are happy too. i am writing other sotries, but not on this website. i will be uploading them on Wattpad. for those of you who dont know what that is, just go check it out. its awesome. heres the link to my profile --->

as of now, i only have this story posted and another short story. but i plan to upload a chapter soon. 

-singing off-


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